I might’ve let them lay

i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time

Remi's cheeks dimple slightly with the smile he offers her, though for all of Remi's encounters with Sunjata and Nate as of late, his interest in the politics of Torchline are at an all-time low. I wish you the best of luck. And all the cleverness in the world. She'd need it, and likely alcohol too, if his and Sunjata's reigns are anything to go by.

Nor did I. But...it sounds like it might be best for everyone. Remi says with a small shrug. Whatever he thought of the whys that went into how emptied of energy the Flood had gotten, it was clear that he was empty. Empty of patience. Empty of resilience. Empty of common sense.

Turning back toward the flowers, Remi pulls in a breath as his teeth worry at the inside of his lip for just a moment. "Aoife." He says out loud. Smiling at himself with a shake of his head, he adds: "I can never say it as well as Ronin could." The words were made for a tongue like Ronin's, just as Mateo's name rang off his lips more easily than it did the Huntsman's.